Misfortune

This is the most sober time, this is the most ignorant time. People know all things and proudly claim that they do not believe in gods. The gods fear all existence and imitate the ignorant people, The sun went out in self-immolation, and the rotting corpse shed the candle oil that burned the lamp. The unborn moon lit the lamp at night, accompanied by a strange fragrance that surrounded the world, and then there was light again. Huge whales squirm and climb up the earth, galloping horses unleash their wild nature on the seabed, and birds flying in the sky also crash into the cliff with memories of returning home. Everything is full of vitality... The initial mistake was never corrected. Instead, it grew wildly with acquiescence and laissez-faire. Rooted in this nonsense that should not have existed, the strange tree trunk was always on the verge of death, and sometimes it was full of life. Unspeakable branches spread out to all sides, supporting the place and peeking at reality. It was living in an indescribable and twisted manner... "I shouldn't live like this, at least... I shouldn't." Nian Na murmured.